Why I Despise All Forms of Government
Dear Governor Davis,
I'm sure you often receive letters from young citizens and students, like myself, telling you how great you are for being a horrible governor, or how horrible you are for revoking their right to get drunk on a public beach. However, that is not the aim of my letter. I'm writing to give you just a bit of insight into how "the other half" truly lives.
Let me begin by sharing with you a tale of less than moderate excitement. One day, I was driving to my friend's house, ready to enjoy an exciting evening of philosophical debauchery, when I was pulled over for not being old and white (damn! one out of two ain't bad, I suppose). The officer, after insisting that I was drunk, explained to me that the reason he had pulled me over was because one of my headlights was not functioning properly. This was news to me, but I obligingly signed the ticket that he shoved in my face. He explained that he had given me plenty of time to take care of the problem, and that if I got pulled over again (for not being old and white) that I need only show my happy little ticket to the hypothetical officer, and he/she would let me go (after accusing me of being drunk). What a nice guy. Needless to say, I continued on to my friend's house and had a good time despite the new friend in my wallet.
The next day I purchased a new headlight and replaced it with no problems. Then, I completely forgot about my citation.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into more than weeks, and finally the deadline to "post bail" had lapsed. Of course I did not realize this because I had forgotten about the ticket.
Today I received a letter in the mail from the Superior Court of San Diego stating that I was a criminal and that my "account" had been sent to a collection agency for…collection. The next letter I opened was a notice from a collection agency stating that I was a criminal and that I "owed" them $334. This, Mr. Governor, is where my complaint begins.
I will be the first to admit that I made a mistake. I succumbed to a horrible disease capable of attacking any human being on this planet: I forgot. I accept that. And because I forgot, I'm even willing to pay a little extra for my "bail" as punishment for my forgetfulness. However, I cannot seem to justify being forced to pay $334. Based on my own calculations, I have been charged approximately 26.35% interest (compounded daily) on a $10 ticket for fifteen days. The court calls this a "civil assessment." I call it usury. I believe that I have been the victim of a crime that this same court system has sentenced thousands of people to prison for, yet the court appears to practice the same crime with impunity.
You, Mr. Governor, may be one of the majority of people who would argue that, because I signed the ticket, I am responsible to pay my fine and accept any "civil assessment," charged to me by the California legal system, no matter how exorbitant the assessment may be. I would remind you, Mr. Governor, and the rest of the majority, that I did not sign the ticket because I agreed to pay outrageous fines; I signed the ticket because a large man with a gun told me to.
That being said, I feel I must let you know that the point of this letter is not to whine, to threaten, or to ask for some sort of pardon. No, this letter was drafted to express the opinion of many people who have experienced the same atrocious behavior that I have. If you do truly care about the people you claim to govern, then I would suggest that you do something about this situation and the multitude of others like it.
In closing, I would like to congratulate you Governor Davis. The machine, which you call the state of California, has once again succeeded in demoralizing and dehumanizing a productive and intelligent member of its own society. As I am now a "happy," check-mailing slave, any response to this letter may be sent to me via my true identity: [my SS#].
Thank you for your time.
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About a year ago, I remember reading a post on alt.fan.frankzappa where some guy accused Danny Elfman of ripping off Frank Zappa. For some reason I started thinking about that today, and it upset me. Why is it that when Frank Zappa lifted entire sections from Duke Ellington, Eric Dolphy, or Igor Stravinsky it was called a "tribute" or "paying homage," but when Danny Elfman does the same, it's called "ripping off"?
Your Daily Dose of Wilhem
"I know what you call 'God' really exists, but not in the form you think; God is primal cosmic energy, the love in your body, your integrity, and your perception of the nature in you and outside of you" (17).
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
"I know what you call 'God' really exists, but not in the form you think; God is primal cosmic energy, the love in your body, your integrity, and your perception of the nature in you and outside of you" (17).
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
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Your Daily Dose of Wilhelm
"I am neither a white nor a black nor a red nor a yellow.
I am neither a Christian nor a Jew nor a Mohammedan nor a Mormon. I embrace a woman because I love and desire her, not because I have a marriage certificate or because I'm sex-starved.
I don't beat children. I don't fish or hunt, even though I'm a good shot and enjoy shooting at targets. I don't play bridge and I don't give parties to air my ideas. If my ideas are sound, they'll air themselves.
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
"I am neither a white nor a black nor a red nor a yellow.
I am neither a Christian nor a Jew nor a Mohammedan nor a Mormon. I embrace a woman because I love and desire her, not because I have a marriage certificate or because I'm sex-starved.
I don't beat children. I don't fish or hunt, even though I'm a good shot and enjoy shooting at targets. I don't play bridge and I don't give parties to air my ideas. If my ideas are sound, they'll air themselves.
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
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Your Daily Dose of Wilhelm
"And you, little man, what did you do with the great man's [note; the great man is Karl Marx] intellectual wealth? He gave you lofty, far-reaching ideas, but you retained only one resounding word: dictatorship!" (38).
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
"And you, little man, what did you do with the great man's [note; the great man is Karl Marx] intellectual wealth? He gave you lofty, far-reaching ideas, but you retained only one resounding word: dictatorship!" (38).
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
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Your Daily Dose of Wilhelm
"You had your choice between the cruel Inquisition and Galileo's truth. You tortured and humiliated the great Galileo, from whose inventions you are still benefiting, and now, in the twentieth century, you have brought the methods of the Inquisition to a new flowering" (66).
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
"You had your choice between the cruel Inquisition and Galileo's truth. You tortured and humiliated the great Galileo, from whose inventions you are still benefiting, and now, in the twentieth century, you have brought the methods of the Inquisition to a new flowering" (66).
excerpt from Listen, Little Man by Wilhelm Reich; Farrar, Straus, and Giroux; New York, NY; 2000.
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Mike Williams was my best friend for a long time. His mom died of cancer when I was eleven. As I recall she was sick for a year or two before she passed away. I spent the night over at their house one evening after she had begun chemotherapy and happened to catch a glimpse of her without her wig on. As the disease progressed it got harder for her to walk and eventually she couldn't get out of bed.
I remember the service they had after she passed. Mike cried a little bit but he seemed okay. I comforted him as best as I could and tried to imagine life without my own mother. I still can't. The hardest part was when Grant, Mike's dad, talked about Jane. He cried through most of the eulogy; it was obvious how much he had loved his wife.
Jane was an English teacher by trade and an activist at heart, as well as a caring, intelligent mother. She was always kind to me and I hope the man I am today would make her proud.
I remember the service they had after she passed. Mike cried a little bit but he seemed okay. I comforted him as best as I could and tried to imagine life without my own mother. I still can't. The hardest part was when Grant, Mike's dad, talked about Jane. He cried through most of the eulogy; it was obvious how much he had loved his wife.
Jane was an English teacher by trade and an activist at heart, as well as a caring, intelligent mother. She was always kind to me and I hope the man I am today would make her proud.
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Satan: Hello Tom.
Tom: Hello Satan.
Satan: Tom, you don't intend to use me on this page as some sort of twisted extension of your superego, do you?
Tom: What do you mean?
Satan: I mean are you going to use this page to think out loud, all the while pretending I'm someone else telling you what you already know you should do but never will?
Tom: Um, yeah.
Satan: And you know that I'm just a variation of Melinda Mattos' "Careful Observer"?
Tom: What?
Satan: Melinda Mattos had a blog called "Reality Sandwiches" and on it she would occasionally have conversations with herself under the guise of the "Careful Observer". You thought she was pretty cute for a geek-goth chick and you even managed to get her to respond to a few of your emails but then you gave up because she wouldn't answer any of your questions unless they were about blogging. In fact, I'll bet you'd still like to squish your upstretched cock in between her soft, warm Canadian titties.
Tom: So?
Satan: My cock is bigger than yours.
Tom: Fuck you.
Tom: Hello Satan.
Satan: Tom, you don't intend to use me on this page as some sort of twisted extension of your superego, do you?
Tom: What do you mean?
Satan: I mean are you going to use this page to think out loud, all the while pretending I'm someone else telling you what you already know you should do but never will?
Tom: Um, yeah.
Satan: And you know that I'm just a variation of Melinda Mattos' "Careful Observer"?
Tom: What?
Satan: Melinda Mattos had a blog called "Reality Sandwiches" and on it she would occasionally have conversations with herself under the guise of the "Careful Observer". You thought she was pretty cute for a geek-goth chick and you even managed to get her to respond to a few of your emails but then you gave up because she wouldn't answer any of your questions unless they were about blogging. In fact, I'll bet you'd still like to squish your upstretched cock in between her soft, warm Canadian titties.
Tom: So?
Satan: My cock is bigger than yours.
Tom: Fuck you.
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A response to the recent ruling of the Federal Appeals court of the western region of the United States, that ruled that the Pledge of Allegance should not be recited in schools:
"I think it should be banned, but for a totally
different reason. It should be banned because it
prohibits free thought. It is basically a brain-
washing technique used on children who have no
choice (or decision making ability) of whether or
not to say it. I think it squelches free thought
by making people believe that the American govt.
is ALWAYS right because you are forced to pledge
your allegiance.
This nation is built on the premise that the
people have the power, not the govt. and thus
pledging your allegiance to the govt. is basically
like forfieting your power to the govt. and is
inherently un-American.
I mean seriously, did you know what Liberty or
Justice meant when you were a kid? Did you think
about its ramifications? How many adults really do?
Why should they? They've pledged their allegiance
already.
Further, the American govt. has not always endorsed
"liberty and justice for all". What about black people,
native Americans, or Asians? All of them were enslaved
(if they were lucky, the indians got genocide).
The American govt. is not always right, and it is
the people's duty to change what is wrong. Pledging
allegiance to me is almost like 1984..."
-Aaron Cohen
-um...I mean, Ray Holmes...yeah...
"I think it should be banned, but for a totally
different reason. It should be banned because it
prohibits free thought. It is basically a brain-
washing technique used on children who have no
choice (or decision making ability) of whether or
not to say it. I think it squelches free thought
by making people believe that the American govt.
is ALWAYS right because you are forced to pledge
your allegiance.
This nation is built on the premise that the
people have the power, not the govt. and thus
pledging your allegiance to the govt. is basically
like forfieting your power to the govt. and is
inherently un-American.
I mean seriously, did you know what Liberty or
Justice meant when you were a kid? Did you think
about its ramifications? How many adults really do?
Why should they? They've pledged their allegiance
already.
Further, the American govt. has not always endorsed
"liberty and justice for all". What about black people,
native Americans, or Asians? All of them were enslaved
(if they were lucky, the indians got genocide).
The American govt. is not always right, and it is
the people's duty to change what is wrong. Pledging
allegiance to me is almost like 1984..."
-Aaron Cohen
-um...I mean, Ray Holmes...yeah...
Breastsss
Often, while surfing for porn, one will run across ads that say stuff like "Tired of Silicone Stuffed Titties..." and things of that nature. Once they've "sucked" you in with their brilliant marketing ploy, you're usually whisked away to some site full of chubby, unattractive women. Of course, I'm only telling you what I've heard.
You see, I have this friend who was surfing for porn the other day, and he told me about the "Tired of Silicone stuffed...blah, blah, blah" ad and it got me thinking. After several nanoseconds of deep thought, I realized that my answer was...no, not at all. Why should I be tired of enhanced breasts. I like breasts. They're fun. Why should I be upset if they are a little larger and perkier than other pairs of boobies?
However in all seriousness, this is actually something that I've given thought to because two women who are very close to me have had breast enhancement operations. For the sake of anonymity we will refer to them as woman1 and woman2. One day woman1 decided that she was going to get a boob job. I could not understand this. "Why would you want to change what you have?" I asked. "Because I think it will make me feel more confident," she replied. "Whatever," I said to myself. It's not that I wanted to prevent woman1 from having the operation, I just didn't understand why she wanted to do it in the first place. In spite of my questions, woman1 had her enhancement and was happy (which made me happy).
Spurred on by woman1's successful operation, woman2 decided that she might like to try it. As I was in a slightly better position to talk to woman2 about the operation than I was with woman1, I asked woman2 similar questions. "Why would you want to do that?" "Because it will make me feel better about myself. All my life I've always been 'one of the guys.' I don't want to be one of the guys. I want to stand out and feel like a woman," was her response. This got me thinking again.
Sexual dimorphism among Homo sapiens is not very pronounced. Much of our gender recognition is based on social aspects. A man can look like a woman (and vice versa) by following the formula for "woman in particular society" (long hair, make-up, dress/skirt, etc.). One of the very few noticeable physical characteristics that makes a female a female in human society is breast size. Women generally have larger, more pronounced breasts than men. With that in mind I began to think about the breast enhancement operations, and it began to make a little more sense. For a woman who feels that she may be lacking in bust size, it could be a very large (no pun intended) boost in confidence if she could increase her breast size. Perhaps she might feel more sexually attractive, or even longed after. Why wouldn't a woman want to feel that way? Don't we all want to feel that way?
So, after all of that bullshit, I say to the porno ad people, "Fuck you! Let women be beautiful their own way. If it makes them happier and more confident, then maybe I'll actually have a chance to get laid..."
Often, while surfing for porn, one will run across ads that say stuff like "Tired of Silicone Stuffed Titties..." and things of that nature. Once they've "sucked" you in with their brilliant marketing ploy, you're usually whisked away to some site full of chubby, unattractive women. Of course, I'm only telling you what I've heard.
You see, I have this friend who was surfing for porn the other day, and he told me about the "Tired of Silicone stuffed...blah, blah, blah" ad and it got me thinking. After several nanoseconds of deep thought, I realized that my answer was...no, not at all. Why should I be tired of enhanced breasts. I like breasts. They're fun. Why should I be upset if they are a little larger and perkier than other pairs of boobies?
However in all seriousness, this is actually something that I've given thought to because two women who are very close to me have had breast enhancement operations. For the sake of anonymity we will refer to them as woman1 and woman2. One day woman1 decided that she was going to get a boob job. I could not understand this. "Why would you want to change what you have?" I asked. "Because I think it will make me feel more confident," she replied. "Whatever," I said to myself. It's not that I wanted to prevent woman1 from having the operation, I just didn't understand why she wanted to do it in the first place. In spite of my questions, woman1 had her enhancement and was happy (which made me happy).
Spurred on by woman1's successful operation, woman2 decided that she might like to try it. As I was in a slightly better position to talk to woman2 about the operation than I was with woman1, I asked woman2 similar questions. "Why would you want to do that?" "Because it will make me feel better about myself. All my life I've always been 'one of the guys.' I don't want to be one of the guys. I want to stand out and feel like a woman," was her response. This got me thinking again.
Sexual dimorphism among Homo sapiens is not very pronounced. Much of our gender recognition is based on social aspects. A man can look like a woman (and vice versa) by following the formula for "woman in particular society" (long hair, make-up, dress/skirt, etc.). One of the very few noticeable physical characteristics that makes a female a female in human society is breast size. Women generally have larger, more pronounced breasts than men. With that in mind I began to think about the breast enhancement operations, and it began to make a little more sense. For a woman who feels that she may be lacking in bust size, it could be a very large (no pun intended) boost in confidence if she could increase her breast size. Perhaps she might feel more sexually attractive, or even longed after. Why wouldn't a woman want to feel that way? Don't we all want to feel that way?
So, after all of that bullshit, I say to the porno ad people, "Fuck you! Let women be beautiful their own way. If it makes them happier and more confident, then maybe I'll actually have a chance to get laid..."
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